He was calling because he had received the notices. I answered, and my son said, “Mom, did you really send these?”
“Yes.”
“You’re asking for the house back?”
“I’m asking you to respond to what I sent.”
He went quiet. Then he said he wanted to talk in person. I told him Emily needed to be there, and so did her father. The Thanksgiving decision had involved all of them, whether they wanted to describe it that way or not.
Jessica was clear with me before the meeting. The letters made my position known; they did not, by themselves, put the house back in my name. If my son and Emily disputed what I was asking for, the matter could become a longer legal fight. I had to understand that before I walked into a room and mistook a demand for a result.
“So the notice doesn’t settle anything?” I asked.
“No,” Jessica said. “It gives them a chance to respond. If they agree, we can work through the next steps. If they don’t, we deal with that.”
“And the old payments?”
“That’s part of what you’re demanding. It doesn’t mean every one of them will be treated the same way.”
That was more careful than what I had heard the day before. I was grateful for it. I had spent years saying yes without asking what my yes meant.
I didn’t want to make another decision based on what I hoped would be true.
My son called again that afternoon. This time, his voice was lower.
“Emily’s worried you’re going to take the house immediately.”
“I’m not showing up with a truck.”
“So what happens now?”
“You and Emily meet with Jessica and me. Bring your father.”
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